As a brief aside from my usual wargaming related stuff, today is Remembrance Day here in Canada, where we honour all Canadian soldiers who fell, and survived, in wars both past and recent. I will forever be grateful to them that the only war I ever need experience is the harmless tabletop variety.
Requiscat in pace.
PS: and in light of some…well, recent events here in Canada, I will simply say this: poppies are a nice gesture, but they are not, and never have been, mandatory for respecting those who fought and fell. Poppies should never be used as a barometer for patriotism or “Canadianness.”
So this is just a minor update post, but I felt I just needed to gush about a few things down the pipeline, specifically as it pertains to two upcoming GW releases, both of which will be huge for armies that I play.
c. bora vs. bora
So, a few things happened recently that will probably be having an effect on this blog:
- I recently started living on my own, in a small, manageable apartment not far from downtown Toronto.
- I recently got a new job, not too far from where I now live, with a somewhat higher income.
It felt good to be back on his command throne, Khyrus thought to himself as he eased back into glossy obsinite seat at the centre of the Talon’s bridge, welcoming the feeling of the jagged spines of the armrests digging into his palms and forearm. n the familiar gloom of the ship’s interior, he saw the dull brown orb of Hod’s Anvil on the holo-ghost before him, turning with a ponderous slowness in the void.
Wherein Cygnis makes a shocking discovery in the lower decks, our heroes suffer from Warp-spawned nightmares, the ship finally arrives at the Hex, and Ka’ra uncovers a shocking conspiracy…
(artwork by Games Workshop and Fantasy Flight Games)
“The lights are wrong,” said the voice on the vox recording, his voice laced with wisps of static. “I repeat, the lights are wrong.”
The vox message then looped back on itself, as it had been doing for the past fifty-two hours. Sergeant DeSane kept it playing on his armour’s internal vox system, so that his helm’s internal sensors could keep a lock on its source, even as he backed away from the airlock door. The floors and walls of the hallway were coated in a thick rime of frost, and the doors were frozen solid, glittering with a thick patina of ice. The environmental controls of this silo had failed, it seemed, at about the same time as contact had been lost.
c. Games Workshop
“The False Emperor spread his corruption one hundred hundred years ago, tearing down the true idols amongst the stars. We are here to undo that wrong, make right the galaxy again. We shall sanctify the soil of Vigilus with the blood of the those who champion falsehood. We shall purify it’s cities of the Corpse-God’s lies, fill the hearts of the worthy with the Primordial Truth. We shall Crown this continent with the black of the void and in doing so consecrate this world in the name of my lord, Warmaster Ezekyle Abaddon, the Great Visionary. Fear not my friends, for you too may be in black and gold reborn.” – Dark Apostle Khaunt, First Confessor of the Masked Lord, shortly before the mass sacrifice at the base of a Noctilith Crown